Leoran and Kaos.
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freosanKaos is disturbed, Leoran is angered. The best way to show someone you love her is to kick her in the kidneys.
Kaos stormed back into the House, glaring. Her fight with Sutebenu had not made her feel better, and she could still feel the touch of his lips on her cheek. She’d let that – that creature touch her. She was slipping, badly.
She put her staff and wings away, and dropped her armor and boots at the door to the dojo. Time for some practice. She rushed at the punching bag, fast first, then settling into a rhythm – hit, step back, cast spell behind, jump and hit – when her knuckles started bleeding she stopped, and switched to kicking.
She’d lost track of time, and was deep in battle mode, when she felt another aura come into the room. Without even thinking, she whipped around and aimed a kick for the center of it.
Leoran caught the kick, and pushed her leg straight up in the air. She caught herself on one hand, scrambled back up and aimed for the nose; he blocked, again, and threw his own roundhouse. She dodged, countered – but he had his wings out already, so flying above her was no problem, and neither was aiming a dropkick for her ribs. Hit, she went down, a bit harder than necessary. He hesitated a moment, and it was enough to get back up and put a foot in his face. He stumbled backwards and she went to finish up.
The fight ended with his fist below her chin and her fingers below his eye.
“Getting better,” she said, after some time had passed. She dropped her hand and bowed to him, a formality.
He followed suit. He’d learned, over the years, that a good fight was the best way to calm his girlfriend down – so he’d learned to do that, too. The extra help this gave him fighting came as something of a bonus.
“Thanks. Something happen? You’ve got blood on you and some of it’s not yours.” Not unusual, but she was too distressed for it to’ve been a demon.
She nodded, absently touching her cheek. “Complete idiot. Needed hurting,” she says. “Got it.” She looked darkly satisfied, at least. That was Kaos – never lost.
“Someone I know?” he asked, lightly, taking her hand. The knuckles were completely split open – she must’ve been going at that bag for an hour at least. He made a move to heal them, but she shook her head.
“Leave it.” Very cold. He sighed, and grabbed her in a hug, which she eventually relaxed into.
“Fine, but explain. I know it wasn’t Bianca, so who’d you feel the need to kick the shit out of?”
She sighed against his shoulder, an entirely pleasant experience. “Called Sutebenu.” Her shoulders were tense again, and when he moved his hands up to work the stress out, she stiffened further.
“Don’t.” She was looking through him, not at him; he hadn’t gotten that look out of her for a while. Something bad – she couldn’t’ve lost. So…?
“Relax, Kaos. Please? And tell me what’s up.” Lost cause, but he could at least try. He started leading her out of the dojo, because she really didn’t need to be around all the bad auras left over in there. She let him without question, which was even weirder. Kaos had never taken direction from him well.
“He – got past me,” she said, quietly. “Touched me. Hasn’t happened in – years.” She sounded too shaken for it to simply be a punch, though.
He managed to make it to their bedroom without further incident, and sat down in the easy chair with her on his lap. She curled against him, looking at nothing with a thousand-yard stare.
“So he’s a good fighter. You still won, yeah? Don’t know what he did to deserve it in the first place,” he added as an afterthought, and Kaos jumped.
“He’s a rapist. Scum of the universe,” she said, or more growled. She managed to make it sound more vitriolic than any string of curses ever could.
That explained that, then. Leoran felt a sudden surge of white-hot anger towards Sutebenu. And he dared to touch her? Though not a violent man, Leoran suddenly wanted to kill.
Kaos must have sensed the change in his aura, because she uncurled herself and rested her cheek against his. Her touch was hesitant, and her body was stiff like it hadn't been since the early days of their relationship. “No. Scared him, can’t kill him,” she said. “Wrong. Not war.”
Of course, she was right, and Leoran wouldn’t’ve been able to live with himself after killing a non-enemy.
“What did he do?” If it’d been more than just fighting back Leoran would have to change his classification.
Kaos’s voice was as blank as her eyes. “Raped Skye. Kissed me.” She pushed Leoran back down when he started up, flaring anger.
He nodded, reminding himself again that he shouldn’t kill mortals. But…
“Can take care of myself,” she reminded him. Leoran had to agree with that. But he wished that she would look at him.
Kaos stormed back into the House, glaring. Her fight with Sutebenu had not made her feel better, and she could still feel the touch of his lips on her cheek. She’d let that – that creature touch her. She was slipping, badly.
She put her staff and wings away, and dropped her armor and boots at the door to the dojo. Time for some practice. She rushed at the punching bag, fast first, then settling into a rhythm – hit, step back, cast spell behind, jump and hit – when her knuckles started bleeding she stopped, and switched to kicking.
She’d lost track of time, and was deep in battle mode, when she felt another aura come into the room. Without even thinking, she whipped around and aimed a kick for the center of it.
Leoran caught the kick, and pushed her leg straight up in the air. She caught herself on one hand, scrambled back up and aimed for the nose; he blocked, again, and threw his own roundhouse. She dodged, countered – but he had his wings out already, so flying above her was no problem, and neither was aiming a dropkick for her ribs. Hit, she went down, a bit harder than necessary. He hesitated a moment, and it was enough to get back up and put a foot in his face. He stumbled backwards and she went to finish up.
The fight ended with his fist below her chin and her fingers below his eye.
“Getting better,” she said, after some time had passed. She dropped her hand and bowed to him, a formality.
He followed suit. He’d learned, over the years, that a good fight was the best way to calm his girlfriend down – so he’d learned to do that, too. The extra help this gave him fighting came as something of a bonus.
“Thanks. Something happen? You’ve got blood on you and some of it’s not yours.” Not unusual, but she was too distressed for it to’ve been a demon.
She nodded, absently touching her cheek. “Complete idiot. Needed hurting,” she says. “Got it.” She looked darkly satisfied, at least. That was Kaos – never lost.
“Someone I know?” he asked, lightly, taking her hand. The knuckles were completely split open – she must’ve been going at that bag for an hour at least. He made a move to heal them, but she shook her head.
“Leave it.” Very cold. He sighed, and grabbed her in a hug, which she eventually relaxed into.
“Fine, but explain. I know it wasn’t Bianca, so who’d you feel the need to kick the shit out of?”
She sighed against his shoulder, an entirely pleasant experience. “Called Sutebenu.” Her shoulders were tense again, and when he moved his hands up to work the stress out, she stiffened further.
“Don’t.” She was looking through him, not at him; he hadn’t gotten that look out of her for a while. Something bad – she couldn’t’ve lost. So…?
“Relax, Kaos. Please? And tell me what’s up.” Lost cause, but he could at least try. He started leading her out of the dojo, because she really didn’t need to be around all the bad auras left over in there. She let him without question, which was even weirder. Kaos had never taken direction from him well.
“He – got past me,” she said, quietly. “Touched me. Hasn’t happened in – years.” She sounded too shaken for it to simply be a punch, though.
He managed to make it to their bedroom without further incident, and sat down in the easy chair with her on his lap. She curled against him, looking at nothing with a thousand-yard stare.
“So he’s a good fighter. You still won, yeah? Don’t know what he did to deserve it in the first place,” he added as an afterthought, and Kaos jumped.
“He’s a rapist. Scum of the universe,” she said, or more growled. She managed to make it sound more vitriolic than any string of curses ever could.
That explained that, then. Leoran felt a sudden surge of white-hot anger towards Sutebenu. And he dared to touch her? Though not a violent man, Leoran suddenly wanted to kill.
Kaos must have sensed the change in his aura, because she uncurled herself and rested her cheek against his. Her touch was hesitant, and her body was stiff like it hadn't been since the early days of their relationship. “No. Scared him, can’t kill him,” she said. “Wrong. Not war.”
Of course, she was right, and Leoran wouldn’t’ve been able to live with himself after killing a non-enemy.
“What did he do?” If it’d been more than just fighting back Leoran would have to change his classification.
Kaos’s voice was as blank as her eyes. “Raped Skye. Kissed me.” She pushed Leoran back down when he started up, flaring anger.
He nodded, reminding himself again that he shouldn’t kill mortals. But…
“Can take care of myself,” she reminded him. Leoran had to agree with that. But he wished that she would look at him.